Thus he who had shattered the arms of so many captains and champions could not bear the gaze of a single unarmed man.

But Ole, who well knew about his own countenance, covered his face, and asked him to come closer and tell him what his message was; for old fellowship and long-tried friendship made him the last to suspect treachery.

But Starkad drew his sword, leapt forward, thrust the king through, and struck him in the throat as he tried to rise.

One hundred and twenty marks of gold were kept for his reward.

Soon afterwards he was smitten with remorse and shame, and lamented his crime so bitterly, that he could not refrain from tears if it happened to be named.